I jerk him off and fuck my mouth on his dick. He stays still, only breaking the silence with expletives and compliments.
“Fuck, Nicholas. Yes, just like that,” he moans.
He throws his head back, his hands coming up to my head. He leaves them there, carding through my hair slowly, letting me set the pace.
I increase the speed, encouraged by his reaction.
Then he’s pulling at my hair. I look up at him, his expression tight. He’d deck me if I called him beautiful to his face, but that’s what he looks right now. Like a picture I’d frame and keep in my bedroom. Except it’ll go with every decor.
“Gonna come, you idiot,” he warns.
I take him as deep as I can. His cum floods my mouth, some seeping out. I swallow as much as I can. It’s perfect. Sweet. Bitter. Him.
Elliot looks a second from slumber. So peaceful.
I get up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. I leave the bed quickly to hide my cock that’s hard again. Werewolf refraction periods are a joke. But I think I’d be hard evenwithout that after watching Elliot look at me with that expression.
I pull up the first pair of loose sweatpants I find in my closet on the way. I come back to Elliot’s eyes closed. I stare at him for a second before remembering he’d besomean to me and will probably accuse me of being in love with him if he catches me. So, I throw the washcloth on his chest. Gently.
He startles awake. “I’m up,” he yells.
I laugh. “Well, you don’t have to be, but clean up before sleeping, or the shower tomorrow won’t be fun.” I lie down beside him.
He snorts and cleans up. “I’ll be out of your hair in a second,” he says, trying to get up.
Yeah, that’s not happening. “You’re not driving when you fell asleep after I blew your mind,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes. “You were okay at best. But we’ll get you there,” he pats my head.
I ignore his goading. “Still doesn’t mean you should drive.”
“I’ll be fine,” he says.
I’m shaking my head before he even finishes. “You won’t be. C’mon, man. Don’t be stupid. Take the guest room if you don’t want to sleep with me,” I offer. I ignore the pang of disappointment making its way up.
He groans.
“I promise I won’t fall in love with you if we share a bed,” I assure him sincerely.
He laughs, a small huff, but it makes me feel like I won a lottery. “You’re not a cuddler, are you?” He scrunches his nose.
I move away from him. “One hand distance all night, I promise.”
He throws the washcloth on the floor and lies back down after pulling his boxer briefs up. He’s snoozing within seconds, his breath even and slow. I listen to it for a while until it lulls me to sleep too.
***
I broke my promise. To be honest, I knew I would as soon as I uttered the words. I peel my arms away from Elliot’s bodypressed against me.
He murmurs something about cheese and ink against my chest. I go still.
When he doesn’t say anything else, I pull back all the way. He turns on his stomach but doesn’t move after that. I breathe a sigh of relief.
Crisis averted.
I check the time. Five. I don’t wake up this early unless I absolutely have to. And lucky for me, I have toa lot.But I feel well rested and wide awake.
So, might as well get up and take Mickey out.
